Here I Go Again On My Own.

Take a hundredweight of rigid social conventions stewed in a thick broth of honour and isolation over several thousand years. Add two litres of U.S culture and a heaped tablespoon of rapid industrialisation. Stir well and simmer for half a century. Result; Japan. Aisa Lite. High in fun, reliability and work ethics. Low in danger, poverty and personal space.

So the sun sets for the last time on the land of the rising sun leaving so many questions unanswered. Such as;
Why is it polite to slurp your noodles but not to blow your nose?
Since when has velvet hotpants and silver knee socks been acceptable attire for the 8.30am bus to the office?
Who thought it would be a good idea not to bother with street names?
Why do all manga characters have such big eyes?
And unfeasible tits?
Why can't you just say 'no' if that's what you mean?
Would one ever cease to be 'Outside People' (gaijin)?
Will more strangers come?
Why is every sentence backward giving the constant impression that you are talking to Yoda?

Kate~o this is goodbye saying time being for. Blog checking please be doing as down under a few shrimp on barbie to throw go I. xx